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Its dark and cold
Theres many people here
Depression lies on the ground
Crying her eyes out
Anxiety is in the corner
shaking from the fear
Anorexia screaming out
Because the calories to many
Bulimia pulling her along
To get rid of the ugly wait
Self harm scratching on her wrist
Telling her to go gust a bit deaper
Suiced is dead on the floor
But yet she huants her every day
Days are so bleak
And nights oh so cold
Gust as her frosted soul

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